First Time In Front Of Someone. (Who wasn't about to be/already been spanked!)I was about 13 years old and I was at the movie theater, and after the movie finished, I got out of the room before anyone else. Instead of waiting for my mom like anyone else would, I thought it would be fun to just aimlessly wander the building. I was walking around for what must've been 10, 15 minutes, then I hear my mother calling my name, so I followed the sound of her voice. Dodging crowds and waves of people I found her, she gave be a big hug and as she took her arms off of me, gave me 2 swats on each cheek with her hand. She started to drag me out of the theater. When we got in the car finally, she said that that was only the beginning, and the real spanking started when we got home. The trip home felt like an eternity, one of the worst parts of the spanking is knowing you're going to be spanked, and having to wait, knowing that nothing in your power can save you. When we finally arrived home, I was told to go up to my room and wait for my mom, so I was up in my room for about 30 minutes until my mom came walking in. She told me to come over to her, so I walked up to her and she said, "I'm going to have to give you a spanking, do you understand why?" And I had answered yes. She then sat down on my bed, grabbed me by the arm, and put me over her knee, lifted up my dress, and pulled down my panties. She then started to spank me with her hand... after about 60 spanks, and what seemed like an eternity, she stopped and said that I'd get the rest when my dad got home, and I was to wait in "naughty corner" (I had younger siblings, when they were bad, they had to wait in the living room corner) without talking, moving, or rubbing my oh so sore bottom. So there I was, sitting in my living room corner, where everyone was watching TV... that added to the embarrassment... I placed my hand on my warm bottom, and my mom came and gave me about 5 more swats on my butt because she thought I was rubbing it. When my dad finally got home, he was already stressed from work, and this set him over the edge, he found about what I had done, and he went into the kitchen, and came out with the wooden spoon, I started to head upstairs to my room, but he stopped me. I didn't want to be spanked in the living room in front of everyone, not bare-bottom at least, and I was pleading with him to at least let me have it on my panties, but he stood up, grabbed my by the arm, and pulled me over his knee. My bottom was already sore and red from my mother's spankings, and this time, I was being spanked in the LIVING ROOM? In front of everyone, my Mom, my two brothers and sister?! That was unheard of! Then my dad started spanking me. It started off soft and got harder as it went along, although it's not like it mattered 'cause I was already sore, and he was alternating from left to right. Pretty soon, it felt like a dragon had been blowing fire on my butt, and I wanted nothing more than to get away... after about another 15 slaps, he was done. I lifted me off of his knee, and then gave me two final swats on my butt, one on each cheek, something my parents always did when they were done spanking me. He asked me if I was okay, and I said yes. He then said that he only did that because he loves me and that if I were to do that again, I'd know what to expect. He then gave me a huge hug and then I was aloud to go back up into my room. I just laid on my bed for the rest of the night, not even bothering to get dressed again... I was too sore to move.. but I learned my lesson and never thought about running off again.
I tried to make it short, but it wasn't. Thank you for reading.